Painting of the view between our house & garage, with Bengert’s maple & our ailanthus as the center of interest...
P.M- in studio making drawings on the new portion of “Cicada Woods”- it begins to grow in interest & power- I am getting excited about it.
I went out-doors for a few moments just before Mother and Frances went downtown. [A typical August night. Cool, uncomfortably so. Dark starry sky with the milky way unusually clear; deep silence with the exception of the constant [rhythmic]chorus of a myriad tree-crickets, which sound like the steady thrum thrum of the human heart. What a feeling of loneliness they inspire! When I was a boy they made me imagine all sorts of direful things. Now they give me the “blues”—the inexplicable kind. They seem to keep perfect time with each other. By listening very closely we sometimes can imagine we hear one at odds with the others. But it is best to listen easily otherwise we miss that steady throbbing which is the best part. As I listen, their singing seems to send my senses in an up and down movement –up and down—up and down—constant and unending.
Dark starry sky with the milky way unusually clear; deep silence with the exception of the constant [rhythmic] chorus of myriad tree crickets,which sound like the steady thrum thrum of the human hear
We both felt restless after week-ends business, so we went to Buffalo to see the Nun’s Story again. As fine and beautiful as the first viewing –
In my day-dreaming I see all kinds of strange lands & hear strange music.This season is new to me again — The cricket chorus is strong —
To Zimmerman Road — A brilliant day after a cold morning—the sun warm but a cool northerly wind...
"...And so too, does life grow sluggish when the winds of idealism + ambition have ceased to blow..."
Cool – sunny and bright – a deep blue sky with scattered brilliant white clouds.
I no longer get pleasure out of the Wilds. We do not seem to have anything in common—I get some stimulation, but most it’s irritation.